𝙂𝙊𝙊𝘿 𝙄𝙉 𝘼 𝙂𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙎

cordelia: um??? i can’t tell if this just has me paranoid or if this is actually rly scary um

cordelia: okay

cordelia: yeah jokes on me i still have to live under the same roof as him

cordelia: A BUTTERFLY KNIFE!??? u have butterfly knives on ur table regularly or is it only for a special occasion like having me over for dinner

darcy: idk i just... hope she comes back soon. or answers a text or something

darcy: you did that to yourself tbh i have no sympathy

darcy: no ma’am not on the table just in my possession at all times

cordelia: aurelia decided to what???

cordelia: like she’s gone?????

cordelia: i’ve been told that making things tolerable is one of my god given talents!

cordelia: i would have kept coming around if dick didn’t make me want o gouge my eyes out

cordelia: i can never rmr which fork is for the meal, which is for desserts, n which is for putting urself out of ur misery :/ can’t come around w that kind of poor etiquette

darcy: yeah she’s gone like i have no idea where she is

darcy: i’m kind of getting worried

darcy: i don’t blame you for that tbh. dick is fucking insufferable

cordelia: okay so like

cordelia: you can tell me to fuck right off if you want

cordelia: but everything is a lot and i’m worried about you?

cordelia: so if you need someone to talk to you know where to find me

cordelia: not that i’m entitled to know anything about you i get it

cordelia: just. yeah. that’s all

darcy: well normally i’d just talk to aurelia

darcy: but she seems to have decided to fuck off without telling me so ig it’s your lucky day

[5 minutes later]

darcy: you know, you always made family dinners tolerable

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @skleton·

lot    took    every    chance    he    could    get    to    remove    himself    from    the    confines    of    his    bedroom    .    he    had    too    much    energy    to    stay    in    one    tiny    place    like    that    &    the    covington    campus    was    starting    to    feel    smaller    &    smaller    every    day    .    earlier    that    day    ,    lot    had    caught    a    glimpse    of    himself    in    the    mirror    &    decided    that    he    was    DONE    having    dark    hair    for    the    time    being    .    he    was    sure    he    had    an    extra    box    of    bleach    laying    around    somewhere    .    so    ,    he    went    deep    diving    through    his    closet    ,    backpack    ,    under    his    bed    ,    etc    .    eventually    ,    he    was    able    to    track    down    a    single    box    of    unused    hair    bleach    .    after    deciding    that    the    mirror    in    his    room    was    too    small    to    do    his    hair    in    ,    lot    shoved    the    box    into    his    backpack    &    took    off    to    the    BIGGEST    mirror    on    campus    .    which    is    exactly    how    the    boy    came    to    be    settled    criss    -    cross    applesauce    in    front    of    the    mirror    in    the    gym    ,    sectioning    off    pieces    of    hair    to    be    bleached    .    however    ,    someone    entering    the    gym    caught    lot’s    attention    .    “    oh    hey    .    don’t    mind    me    .    my    hair    was    just    getting    boring    &    my    dorm’s    mirror    is    tiny    .    i    can    turn    down    my    music    ,    if    you    want    .    you    probably    brought    your    own    headphones    .    i    can’t    afford    headphones    .    so    ,    i    just    have    to    -    "    rambling    ,    once    again    .    "    sorry    .    REALLY    .    i’ll    keep    quiet    .    ”

dick almost felt sorry for darcy. it seemed like no matter what she did, who she was with, or where she was, she always had a stick up her ass. he could get down on both knees and call her beautiful a thousand times and she would still have a sour look on her face. his draw towards dramatics only worked against him in situations like this. dick could still remember awkward meals at the kovac-rivera dinner table, as he tried to make sure that darcy didn’t accidentally stab him in the eye with her fork while he wasn’t looking.

“clearly, no. people love the sound of my voice, so much so that it sells out whole theaters.” he boasted apathetically, leaning forward in his seat. “ah, yes, the scottish play. i’m amazed you know of its curse. you’ve been doing your research.” he replied, smiling sweetly at the girl. the most annoying thing about talking to dick was that nothing fazed him. “just some company, honestly. the ghosts in the theater just aren’t cutting it as of late. and i enjoy your sick sense of humor, if we’re being honest.”

“ after dealing with melanie’s revolving door of significant others involved in theater, ” she paused, raising a significant eyebrow at dick for emphasis, “ present company included, i know far more than i ever wanted or needed. your scottish play, that one that’s the old, boring version of she’s the man, et cetera. it’s embarrassing that i’ve retained any of it, much less this amount. ” 

status: closed for @skleton· date: december 17th location: somewhere around the dorm/living areas inspiration: x 

cause them summer days … .                                    … never fade away

    for someone who already didn’t like being at covington during the semester, having to stay behind for even a day was infuriating and beyond disappointing. in any other circumstances, peyton may have been in a full-blown rage, cursing the school and the grounds, and most of all, melanie. however… since no one really knew what was going on, and since peyton had been dealing with a knot of nerves in her stomach since seeing melanie before leaving the party — she was abnormally quiet about her annoyance. 

   after all. some of the other students held back at covington had much more to be upset about. and no matter where pey went, it all felt… depressing. a familiar flash of recognizable hair caught peyton’s attention, and she quickened her step to catch up with darcy. “— hey, jesus, runnin’ a fucking marathon? fuck sake. listen, are you busy?” 

it was strange, being stuck on campus. though she didn’t usually enjoy going home ( also known as the melanie rivera fan club ), there was always the familiar notion that she could, theoretically, drive the few streets away from school to see her family. being barred from making that few minute journey was odd, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. she didn’t have any particular desire to go, anyway.  

✦ * · ˚ 001. with darcy → @skleton· .

location: covington’s dining hall

that aura was unmistakable. as she stood there glancing at darcy, donatella realized there was no one scarier to her - and the only logical reason for it was the secret they shared… the exchange the girl saw back at the party. it also wasn’t difficult for her to know she wanted nothing to do with her after everything that had happened. in fact, as soon as she saw darcy staring back at her, a strange glint in her eyes daring her to approach, donnie had the sudden urge to turn around and hide under her blankets. her father did, indeed, raise a coward. but, for the first time in a long time, she did what her brain was telling her and, steeling herself, made her way towards darcy. ❝ i just want to make sure that whatever happened at the party stays there. ❞ donnie said, a fake smile plastered on her face. she didn’t want to explicitly tell darcy about what she was talking about, her paranoia making her think that either everyone knew about it or that it was all a fever dream and, if she talked about it aloud, she would be giving the other girl information about her life that she didn’t need. so she persisted, ❝ i’m sure you know exactly what i’m talking about. ❞ she finished, surreptitiously looking around to make sure no one else was paying attention to them, and then quickly pointing with her head at a worker drinking a diet coke before sniffing slightly. 

𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣 ft. @skleton· !

                      MAVERICK WASN’T REALLY SURE HOW this was all going to go. he’d spent the entire first night lying in bed, laughing at how comically right he had been about staying close to his parents in the case that he’d need legal support for god-knows-what. and to his knowledge, THIS was it: and he had not the faintest clue to what was going on. vague comments and uncertain reactions had muddled the bits of clarity he’d been able to gather. it was entirely frustrating—but at least he FINALLY an excuse to miss out on the braxton holiday dinner party ( it had always been a shitfest … and a complete downer ). 

however, maverick braxton was never an optimist. that small silver lining would not drown out the glares of the other twenty-one students who had been forced to stay behind. it wasn’t exactly like he was in the BEST company anyway—evidenced, of course, by the fact that darcy kovac was walking towards him in the dining hall, and his hands were filled with nothing but a butter knife. “ fancy seeing you here, ” he says, words oozing with sarcastic glee. “ one a scale of one to ten, how much did you spit on our dear investigator friend? ”

for darcy, this whole interrogation bit was nothing more than an amusing speed bump on the pothole-filled wreck of her life. even if there was suspicion floating around her name in regards to the whereabouts of her stepsister, she didn’t care; she’d long since stopped paying attention to the opinions of people she didn’t consider to be important. speaking of that subsection of the hemlock population— darcy’s eyes caught on none other than maverick braxton, who she considered only marginally less annoying than the coworker he was always hanging around bean me up for. 

✧ ° ⌀ ⋄  it was @skleton· in the 𝒸𝑜𝒻𝒻𝑒𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓅 !

cordelia’s feelings towards bean me up’s satellite location on campus have a tendency to FLUCTUATE. most of the time, she hates it. the space is too small & more often than not, filled with too many people. they run out of cold brew by noon every single day of the week. not to mention, as someone who had been sipping on hot chocolate from the real location for as long as she could remember, she’s inclined to say that the ambiance just isn’t right AT ALL. still, the satellite shop is good for two things: one, providing her coffee without forcing her off campus & two, allowing her to, however fleetingly, propel herself into darcy kovac’s orbit.

unlike bean me up’s satellite location, cordy’s feelings towards darcy kovac have yet to shift, despite what their tumultuous history might suggest. she has no idea what she’s going to say to her — in her defense, there’s no manual for what to say when your ex who also happens to be the step-sister of your other ex goes missing, especially when they didn’t like each other much to begin with. & ALSO, it doesn’t help that darcy’s presence consistently lowers the number of words that cordy knows to around fifty, give or take. “shop’s not so busy anymore,” she finally says as she approaches darcy, really just thankful that her words ring true & there’s nobody else in the shop to hear how terribly this is going. “um. how’s — how are you, really?”

there are few things darcy hates more than the total confinement of a shift at bean me up. not only is she stuck with her insufferable coworkers— worse, she’s stuck with the customers. and because she’s seemingly entered hell on earth as part of her eternal punishment, she’s recently been left with only a handful of other people, all of whom have some sort of connection to melanie. even when the girl herself has fucked off to some mystery location, darcy still can’t escape her. it feels like a curse. 

𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: darcy kovac ( @skleton· ) 𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩: a student lounge 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚: nine pm

“o, when she’s angry, she is keen and shrewd! she was a vixen when she went to school; and though she be but little, she is fierce.” dick bellowed, haphazardly propping himself up against the door frame. being bound to the covington campus seemed to be working against him, as he was running out of spots to anxiously pace around. upon entering the nearly empty student lounge closest to the forensics house, he had spotted a familiar bright head of hair occupying one of the many couches. dick would simply never pass up the opportunity to bother darcy–he hated to admit it, but it was one of his favorite pastimes.

today was different, though. melanie had disappeared. the rest of the covington student body had left for the holidays. darcy’s selection of people to bully was probably running low. dick had spent his entire night worrying about melanie’s whereabouts instead of sleeping. it was like they were both hollow shells of themselves. he still proudly walked towards her, shimmying his coat off and onto the couch opposite hers. “a midsummer night’s dream. the line reminds me of you.” he declared, slowly lowering himself onto the sofa. 

peace and quiet. that was all darcy asked for in this mortal life; yet, time and time again, she was denied the very thing she craved the most. whether it be her blended family waxing poetic about melanie’s greatest hits or the general student population taking too long to move out of her way, darcy’s life was very hard. enter stage left: dick braxton, as much a thorn in her side as all melanie-related concepts seemed to be. 

𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄: december 17th

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: darcy and aurelia’s apartment

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: @skleton·

inspired by the garden by mirah !

your heart has hardened …

         ‘ so.’ the single word cuts through the silence of the living room the moment her best friend enters the space. only here, with no company other than darcy, aurelia allows herself to sprawl across the couch as long limbs dangle from the edge, and good posture is disregarded in favor of lazy comfort. a window’s been opened, letting in the cold, and allowing the odor of the cigarette she’s just put out to escape. it also means that aurelia’s draped herself in a blanket to keep warm. a hand pops out from under the covers as she shifts, moving her feet onto the floor and tapping the space next to her, and a brow quirks upwards as she looks at darcy. ‘ how do we really feel about melanie rivera going missing ? and would it be too inappropriate to throw a little celebratory get-together here ? ’

location: bean me up on campus

time: eight fifty-eight pm, december seventeenth 

with: darcy ( @skleton ) 

ella took a few minutes to hide just outside of bean me up, she always had to work herself up before she knew she’d be running into darcy. and she thought the bullies in high school had been mean; darcy kovac was on a whole other level. but still, ella faced her every week, and she still survived. even if ella wasn’t entirely sure how that happened. 

she took a deep breath, before finally walking in front of the store and in through the front door, the bell jingling with her entrance. “hi, darcy,” she said, voice quiet as she made her way behind the counter. “how has your shift been so far?” no matter what, ella always tried her best to be polite, conversational; you never knew if today was the day you got through to someone. 

all it took was a glance up at the new entry and a hypersecond for darcy’s brain to process her identifying features. “ UGH. ” was the first thing that left her mouth, and it wasn’t entirely clear whether the noise was a response to ella’s question or simply a reaction to the girl herself. perhaps a combination of both. 

𝙇𝙊𝘾𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 — hemlock police station. 𝘿𝘼𝙏𝙀 — december 16th, 2019. 𝙈𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙀𝘿 — @covingtonhqs, @gvldenfleece, @dcnatellas, @peakedpen.